Nodding in agreement, Varel grabbed hold of his blaster carabine and followed Kina, but instead of jumping out in the open he remained next to the corner and would open fire on the first enemy he spots in his crosshairs.
Rtora repeated what he did before, closing the distance fast as possible to overwhelm the enemy in melee. He focused only in the act of fighting, not the implications of death and pain he would cause. Those feelings and regrets will come later. This galaxy seemed too cruel at times.
The Mandalorian followed into the fray rather swiftly, his jetpack allowing him to get some speed - though he hadn't quite fought just yet. First in fact looking to see if there was the target that the group was looking for - which would dictate his next course of action. Should he be there, Valrin would waste no time in charging forward in an attempt to tackle the man and jam his stun-blaster into his gut to let off a shot, the adrenaline rushing through his body from the excitement - such speed and being able to ignore gravity, however briefly, was always wondrous to the him. If the target was not there, of course, he'd have little to worry about and took out his stun-blaster to set it to kill, now zooming forwards and letting off a rain of blaster fire upon the enemy - manic screaming in Mando'a was heard through the helmet that seemed beyond gleeful, the howling sounds of blaster fire going left and right as he partially ignored any sense of self-preservation - though he would of course still try to avoid some blaster fire, if only to get into better shooting positions. When one's having the time of their life, they have to make it count - don't they? Dying on the job wouldn't do at all.
Raid on the Command Center Using the element of surprise the raiding party unleashed a volley of shots against the unaware Stormtroopers. With the shear amount of blaster bolts, the Stormtroopers were unable to get out of the way of every shot. Two of the Stormtroopers taking hits causing them to be stunned, which gave Rtora time to get into close combat. Currently locked in a stale mate with the currently unharmed Stormtrooper. The party had hit them fast enough that the Stormtroopers hadn't even been able to get a shot off. Enemy: 3 Stormtroopers; 2 stunned 1 unharmed
Rtora tried to act quickly and effectively, using his sword to cut at tendons and joints, stab them in the gut or pommel them in the head. He was even ready to trip one with a quick tail swing. His aim was to put the enemy out of the fight without having to kill them. Although they'd probably just get executed by the more cold blooded individuals of the party. At least the deaths weren't on his conscience, right?
Dek sighed as they watched the Reptilian rush into melee with the remaining storm trooper they lowered their carbine and did a quick check behind the group before moving up slightly and covering the corners of the hallway ready to intercept any possible back up, oh how they hated the weight of a blaster in their hands. It made them feel sickly and wrong and , Yerra shuddered and threw off the train of thought and focused on the corner
Kina held her position at the end of the corridor, following the first barrage of shots with an additional volley. In this exact moment, she had no moral qualms regarding the stormtroopers or their imminent brush with mortality, she simply wanted to put them all down.
The Mandalorian now continued to open blaster fire upon the enemy, madly bringing his twin blasters - confident in their power and lethality - to fire wherever there was an enemy. Swinging his arms behind him to fire at one near his backside, raising one to take a potshot at another in front, swinging around to bring up both pistols to fire at another at his side before swinging another behind him to fire at the first one yet again. The maddening repetition was surprisingly, one that had grace to it - certainly not anything to be impressed by like that of Jedi or dedicated dancers, but it was easy to see how his motions were like an art. Spinning around and firing, aiming at the enemy through the split second glance that he'd gotten of the direction. This was a rush.
One sided fight! The Stormtroopers were trying to fight back against their assailants, which was easier said than done! Rtora unleashed a flurry of slices and jabs with his blade on the one Stormtrooper that had not been injured in the initial volley from their group. The young force user was far too quick for the trooper to keep up with and was quickly rendered unconscious, still alive but completely out of the fight. Kina didn't waste any time as her shots impacted another Stormtrooper, the first shot dazing him long enough for her second shot to send him collapsing in a heap on the ground, unconscious. Valrin sprung forward like a whirlwind of destruction, his first shot shattering the lens on the last standing Stormtrooper, sensing his body to the floor in its death throes. Once the dust had settled, all that remained in their way was a sealed blast door. An intercom system located near the door squawked to life, a frantic voice could be heard coming from it. "Is everything alright out there? Are the attackers handled?" The Nilos shuttle Aboard the shuttle all systems were in working order. Not much could be gained from the ship's data stores. It seemed that the Nilos was just stored here in case of an emergency evacuation. The hangar was currently still unoccupied.
Valrin took in a slow breath as he landed his killing shot, now straightening himself and casually holstering both pistols at his sides - turning the right one back to 'stun'. His armour, fortunately, remained quite intact and with very little in the way of needing any repairs or maintenance. A glance over towards the intercom caused him to straighten his backside, now waiting to see what the others would do. For the most part, he wouldn't see about talking just yet; he left such... Diplomatic things, to others. He was a fighter, a Mandalorian; it wasn't something he would be too proficient at. "Everyone alright?" He asked somewhat aloud - not too much, but enough for those around to hear at least, and perhaps respond!
